This morning has been full of small triggers resulting in angry outbursts. This one won’t cover everything about anger, or even everything about just the anger I’m feeling right now. Writing to vent. And in writing to get it gone.

This diagnosis comes with a label. I’m officially disabled. And yet, whilst I’m nowhere near what I would normally define as disabled, some days I really feel it. I’m not a fan of labels. And I’m definitely not a fan of this one.